Earlier this year I spent a good little chunk of change on a Private Eye site looking up info for my Dad's 50th class reuinion. They actually found 58 of the 60 people he graduated with. One guy moved to Sparks, Nevada and became some kind of hermit/recluse. I tried to contact him for awhile but eventually I figured it was going to take nothing short of direct intervention to get through to him and I wasn't going to Sparks, NV on a lark. The other woman we think changed her name and is still living in the area. we have a lead on her for thei next reunion anyway. while I was on the search site, I started looking up names of everyone I'd ever lost contact with. One of those was a guy named Dan Black Coal I used to live with in this horrible apartment building on the North side of Denver. It was crawling with crack whores and gang bangers and surrounded by a prairie dog town that kept getting quarantined for suspicions of the Plague. Anyway, I thought I had located him in Portland but a letter to him brought no results.

Now out of the blue tonight he sends me an email. And we are old friends again, just like 12 years didn't just roll on by. Is this a sign of things to come? If so, could Diana Hoppe, the girl I was madly infatuated with befoe she took of to England to be a nanny 22 years ago please contact me next?

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They are a major source of plague carrying fleas. So any time plague gets a foothold int he southwest they can usually trace it to one prairie dog town or another. I always wanted to walk through the towns on my way to the store because their whistling was so cute but there were always big CDC signs telling you not to.

Recently, most known New Mexican plague reservoirs have been higher elevation than any prairie dog colonies. I'm pretty sure this hasn't been the case in Colorado, and since prairie dogs are all fleabitten scoundrels, there's no reason this should remain the case even here in Fanta Se land...